Will the rose in all their learning 
Turning brightness to day

Spur the horns of discerning 
Scout the world along the way

And in their firm terms of warning 
They return to the sea 

And at the first sign of morning 
They beat on his disease

So they wail 
As their lies warn them

Not to fail in the harness 
Not to fall at the shore

They are lost where the robe is 
Sailors on southern more

And though they wail with the bonemen 
Farther there somewhere inside 

It doesn't show nights are warning 
Beggars change so you'll burn 

So they go 
There's no way through there to show 
In bar ways under

Not to fail in the harness 
Not to rage at the shore 

Not to rail in the darkness 
When surrounded by roar 

When to know there's a river 
Some of them walk 
Some of them fall 

In the wars they 
(Fade)